I'm home alone again. Mom and dad are out on their annual mooncake expedition in Malaysia. They drove off this morning and they'll be extending their adventure to 2D1N in Port Dickson. NEmation has robbed Jean of whatever holiday she originally intended. I can't wait for this week to be over, for prelims to be over, and for O levels to be over. I can't imagine what 2 weeks of Study leave will be like. I might just go crazy studying.
Tuesday was a bad day, especially after swimming. I still had phlegm in my throat, so I had to breathe slowly yet deeply to prevent choking myself with phlegm and dying in the swimming pool. Dad, for once in a long time, managed to finish his laps faster than me. Anyway, after spending a long time lazing around at the pool side, we finally went up. Then my flu came back at full force. Tuesday night was terrible. My nose was running yet blocked (I don't know how else to describe it) and sneezing was making things worse. When I tried blowing my nose, I think something in my nervous system wasn't functioning properly. My eyes started tearing for no reason. After a good night's sleep, I was back to normal.
Ms Kwok helped me fix up Rondo again during violin lesson on Wednesday. I think I've sorted out most of the details in techniques already. It's just about whether I can apply them 100% in one shot, ie. perfect. I find caprices more interesting than studies, because I can see structure in the way the techniques are being introduced. Every note has its significance in building up a violinist's technique. Then mom, dad and I went to visit my latest cousin who is about a month old. Ah, the age gap. 4 out of 5 cousins have at least a 12 year age gap from me. The closest is half a decade. Now I feel so old.
Mom tried to play safe by buying frozen carbonara pastas for me to microwave and cook for lunch. I really don't agree that high tech food is idiot proof. Unless, of course, my intelligence transcends the extremes of idiotness. I looked at the instructions at the back of the box and it only gave me the timings of 3 types of microwave oven power ratings. It didn't help because I didn't know mine. My kitchen helpline was all the way at NYP. I called Jean and she suggested I check the model of the oven so she could research on the power rating. Unfortunately, after bending down and trying to locate the model number, I quickly got up to take a stretch when *BANG*. Yes, you guessed it right. I banged my head against a low-lying cupboard.
After that unfortunate event, I decided to just microwave the pasta in 2-minute intervals. So I loaded the pasta into the operating theatre and stood (patiently) outside. The seconds passed by very slowly and I was haunted by thought of my lunch exploding. After every few seconds, I would stop the microwaving just to check on the precious pasta. By the time I officially pronounced it "cooked", an hour had passed. So much for high tech pasta that only needed 4 minutes for a microwave oven with the lowest power rating.
Thankfully, nainai and yeye delivered dinner for Jean and I while on the way to church for prayer meeting just now. Without further ado, I shall proceed with dinner. Sigh... Have the laundry to settle later.
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